While getting my stitches out two weeks after foot surgery, my husband and I received a call that his mom had suffered a massive stroke. A few hours later, we learned she would not survive. A week later, she was gone. She was vibrant and healthy and had more energy than any of us “kids”. Her death could have been prevented had insurance not denied a test her doctor had ordered.
While my stitch removal was gentle, painless and done with great care, the excision of mom from our lives, from her life, was abrupt, hurt deeply and tore our world apart. The wound on my foot has mended nicely. The other events of that day will never truly heal. We now walk with a proverbial, permanent limp.
